As a child I always thought
That the Moon followed me
Where ever I went. Continue reading The Moon
As a child I always thought
For you, I maybe a random person
Who reads, clicks and writes.
I am a dreamer too
But not a random one. Continue reading Who am I?
He asked her again.
Each time she lied.
She wanted to talk. Continue reading Wait
You are the star
In the night sky
Twinkling to make me believe
There is a hope
Even in the dark Continue reading You
I prefer to live in worlds of fantasies. I close my eyes to the real world, to escape from it. Continue reading My World
She tried her best
To look joyful.
But he knew
All was a lie. Continue reading Pretend
He says that school teachers beat when students ask questions. Because of the beating in school, students are scared to ask their doubts. Continue reading Mulakaat 15: We Teach
After asking a few questions, to which he replied only by nodding or by shaking his head in denial, I got to know that he was scared of me. Some volunteers spoke in my favour, while others made fun that he should actually be scared of me. Continue reading Mulakaat 14: Friendshake
It seemed to me another usual metro journey until I reached platform 3 of Rajiv Chowk metro station. After deboarding from the yellow line metro, I climbed up the stairs to find a huge crowd waiting for me to become a part of it. Continue reading Mulakaat 13: A Journey
One could not understand why the story was titled Naitikta. Isn’t Naitikta doing something good to somebody? The second one found the story incomplete. They expected more to it. The third one felt that the punishment was harsh. Continue reading Mulakaat 12: A harsh punishment?
A need for Naitikta session was felt as something disturbing had happened. It was suggested that a lesson should be taught to all the students by narrating a story. Continue reading Mulakaat 11: Naitikta
For the very first time, I felt that I was making an impact in the lives of these children. Continue reading Mulakaat 10: An Impact
I was used to it as studying a foreign language in metro catches the attention of co-passengers. He pointed out words with delight and I told him that it was French language. Continue reading Mulakaat 9: Who is disabled?
A big motivation for a teacher is that her students have the will to learn. A girl named Kokila had asked me how she could improve her speaking skills. My next interviewee was this child. Continue reading Mulakaat 8: Another One
With the same set of questions, I decided to dig deeper into the answers. It was time to question the ‘question bank of the class’, Anamika. Continue reading Mulakaat 7: A Tip for the Day
During one of the monthly interactive meetings of the volunteers, it was discussed that there is a need to interact with the students in a better way. Need Assessment of Students was required. Continue reading Mulakaat 6: Dig
I wondered why she kept on blabbering when no one was listening. Nope. I was listening to her and somehow, she observed that. There was an eye contact and I was trapped. Continue reading Mulakaat 5: Trapped?
Her eyes are the rivers with floods,
Her heart is an ocean of hurricanes.
Nobody understands the floods,
No one knows about the hurricanes. Continue reading Mysterious
Adding new visions
To the last one
I narrate each time
The same old tale. Continue reading Blank Sheet
She felt numb,
There was a strange void.
She was an actor
Searching for a missing article.
It could not be found anywhere. Continue reading Void